Redhawk Caldera Caribbean blue

Although he wasn't particularly hungry, Phox found himself eating the last bits of meat from one of the caches. If it had stayed there another day, it would have gone bad, and after the shortage they'd had a few months ago, he couldn't stand to let the food go to waste. This probably accounted for the extra pounds he had put on since all that had happened. He wouldn't allow any amount of food to go to waste, even if he had to eat it all himself!

Feeling full, he decided it would be best to meander toward the lake and get some water to wash things down. Sometimes that made things feel better. Seeing as he hadn't actually visited his sister since she had arrived, he didn't immediately recognize the red wolf who crouched at the shoreline. However, he quickly recalled that Towhee had described Wildfire to look exactly like this. Not only that, but she looked pretty beat up, which would further strengthen the idea that this was, indeed, his sister.

"Hi!" he greeted in a chipper voice. Unlike Towhee, he didn't have a problem with the "outsiders" that were visiting (or staying?) with them. "I'm Phox! You must be Wildfire."